Truth of Medusa  ·  Femme Feral

Neon Jellyfish

in a leather suitcase

She's glowing magenta, she's pulsing in blue
A gelatinous pilot with a message for you

bioluminescent transmission

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∿   the transmission   ∿

I zipped the zipper, but the ocean leaked out
Between my cotton socks and a shadow of a doubt
She's glowing magenta, she's pulsing in blue
A gelatinous pilot with a message for you
She doesn't eat plankton, she doesn't need air
She's braiding the static in my messy hair
The airport security started to melt
"Sir, is that a soul in your luggage?" they felt
I showed them a color that hasn't been named
And all of the X-ray machines felt ashamed
Neon jellyfish in a leather suitcase
Swimming through the fabric of time and space
She's humming infrared, she's singing in heat
Turning the asphalt into candy on the street
She gave me a recipe for "Midnight Green"
A flavor so sharp it can never be seen
Add three drops of silence and a whistle of wind
Stir it with secrets of the original sin
My suitcase is heavy with the weight of the glow
The more that I travel, the less that I know
Neon jellyfish in a leather suitcase
Swimming through the fabric of time and space
She's humming infrared, she's singing in heat
Turning the asphalt into candy on the street
The more that I travel,
the less that I know.
∿   she's still glowing   ∿